She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 734:

That wasn’t the outcome he’d expected.

Weren’t girls supposed to tease their boyfriends when they whined about pain? How had it shifted into a grown woman soothing him like a mother would a child?

He couldn’t make sense of it, so he simply wrapped things up and handed them the ointment. “Don’t worry about the small blisters. Just let them heal naturally. Make sure to apply this.”

“Thank you, doctor,” Freya said, accepting the medicine.

Kristian followed closely as they left the hospital.

Once they were in the car, he glanced at Freya and asked cautiously, “Freya, do you not like boys who cry when they are in pain?”

Freya looked puzzled. What on earth was he talking about? She was utterly baffled, not quite grasping what he was trying to say.

“I’ll be a real man,” Kristian added, his voice serious.

Freya didn’t think much of it. Her eyes stayed on the road. “Okay.”

Kristian let out a quiet sigh of relief. So she really didn’t like boys who complained about pain.

When they reached the residential complex, Freya took Kristian upstairs. His clothes and other belongings had already been delivered by the bodyguards and placed inside. Freya unlocked the door, like always.

Before she could set her keys down or even take off her jacket, someone rushed forward and threw their arms around her.

“Mina!”

Ethel had missed her sister terribly. If they hadn’t seen each other for a while, she was always this enthusiastic.

Freya was taken by surprise. “What are you doing here?”noveldrama

Continue reading at gⲁ𝗅𝗇ον𝖊𝗅𝘀. c o𝗺

“I’m on break, so I figured I’d come visit you,” Ethel explained cheerily, still rambling as she hadn’t yet noticed Kristian behind the door. “Didn’t you see the messages I sent?”

Freya said nothing. Would she get scolded for admitting she hadn’t even checked?

Ethel knew her too well. “I knew you didn’t!”

“I was busy and didn’t notice,” Freya promised. “I’ll check next time.”

“You’re my big sister, after all. I’ll let it slide just this once,” Ethel replied sweetly, her tone playful.

Teasing and affectionate as ever, Ethel asked, “By the way, are those suitcases in the living room yours? They don’t really scream your style.”

Freya’s taste leaned toward silver or white, but the two suitcases sitting in the living room were black.

Could it be…

Ethel’s eyes widened as if she’d just stumbled on some juicy gossip.

“Do they belong to that guy next door?”

“Nope,” Freya replied, setting her keys down and stepping aside, revealing Kristian standing quietly behind her.

“Whose…”

Ethel’s words died in her throat as her gaze locked onto the person behind her sister.

She froze, stunned. Her mind buzzed with disbelief.

Kristian?

.

.

.